This User Is A Daydreamer

@kokobot is so amazing i swear, i used to use them years ago and i just got back into tumblr and started using them again!

i appreciate the help i’ve been getting because i’ve been really low, so i try and put some positivity into replying to peoples really kind messages, i feel like i’m not in the right mentality to help people because i’ll end up ranting or something but replying to people sort of feels a bit better for me, even if they don’t need help...i wish i could actually help out but maybe in a few weeks i’ll be feeling much better.

the images are of my latest koko bot interaction

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.  - Pablo Neruda

I've spoken to my ex every night since his first day of work...We've spoken over the phone twice. Last night/this morning (from 23.30 to like, 3 ish) and two nights ago from like, 1 am to almost 5... His voice is so damn fucking familiar cuz we used to call at night and when we woke up and he would sing me to sleep and when I've been saying I’m tired...he just sings, really badly (cuz he rlly cant sing that well, but its still so...cute) and like it kinda just hurts but in my mind I'm so tired to even say anything and it just feels so nice and so...normal. My friend asked if I wanted him back and I didn’t know what to say cuz...yeah I do but at the same time I don’t.  Its because I'm so sick of him, but all I want is to be able to fall asleep on his chest, his hand playing with my hair, listening to his heartbeat, tapping my fingers on his chest to the beat of "Bam Bam" by Camila Cabello and Ed Sheeran while its light outside but he has his shutters closed...and its just so peaceful. Just him murmuring that he loves me...and I'm so tired to even take it in but I say it back because that’s how I feel, with my whole heart. I hate that I can remember every single day I spent with him. I miss holding his hand, I miss hugging him and breathing in his scent that I got so damn used to. I miss him, but not in any way you would expect. I miss when he used to come over and mess around with my skateboard in my hallway on the rug. I miss how he would always try to pick me up and that I could feel his arms shaking. I miss him kissing me, how full his lips feel on mine. I miss moments where I would quote something from a show or movie he really liked and how he would kiss me and tell me how much he loved me. I thought I was over him.  I thought I’d be able to talk to him easily without intrusive thoughts. I guess I was really wrong. I even miss our song...

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I’m laying on his bed, my head on his chest. Camila Cabello is playing on his grandmothers Alexa downstairs, its just on the radio. Outside its still the daytime but with his shutters pulled down its dark in his room. Last night I barely got any sleep, I had nightmares and then called him when I woke from them at almost two in the morning. He wanted me to sleep so he pulled me close to him on his bed. His heartbeat is the only thing I can hear from my right ear and I tap along to the beat of “Bam Bam” on his chest, he chuckles really softly, so softly I almost can’t hear him. I try to match my breathing with his and he notices, slowly playing with my hair. He starts humming to the beat I play out on his skin and he taps along on my arm. The way I’ve curled myself around him probably looks silly but its so comfortable. The door opens slightly and I don’t raise my head. I didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs so I don’t think its his family. He looks up from my face to the door and his gaze drops down to the floor, once of his cats has wandered in. She meows loudly and jumps onto the bed. The song downstairs is finishing and I’m beginning to really fall asleep now, he asks me a question and I barely manage a “hmmm” in response. He just smiles at me and lets me sleep while still playing with my hair.

Tell me a soft memory

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Requested by: @thelastferal

Two neighbors share the same birthday. Thus, they celebrate their birthdays together. Every year, they somehow manage to find another person that shares their birthday, so they can afford to gradually make their parties more grandiose.

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Elle looked at Mina, struggling against the grasp of the chains against the wall. Mina sobbed as Giles grabbed her hair “Tell me how you fucking found me,” she made eye contact with him and spat in his face. Giles raised his fist to hit her and Elle braved herself for seeing her friend be hurt but Mina grabbed his wrist “Touch me and I promise you I will destroy you.”

ok but enough of that “touch her and i’ll kill you” trope, i want my badass female main character to have “touch ME and i’ll kill you” energy